Driving home with the boys. Donaven wants to stop at the gas station again. I said no since we had stopped earlier.
Donaven: Are they closed? They don’t look closed. (driving by the gas station) See? I knew they were open. I know. We aren’t gonna stop. That’s ok.
Donaven: Now the cemetery? Yeah, that’s closed.
Me: The cemetery is closed? Did they kick everyone out? Sir? I know you died 40 years ago, but the cemetery is closing now. You have to leave. Take your dirt with you, please.
I might know where my kids get it.






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